𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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"Happier"
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"If Lydia ate a liver my faith in humanity has officially disappeared."
Stiles shot Ollie a look as the boys walked through the halls of school the next day. Apparently one of Stiles's talents consisted of evesdropping on his fathers buisness, so know he knew that at the site of a grave robbery, instead of jewellery being stolen, it was a liver. And assuming that it was Lydia who stole it... well, Ollie didn't think that she put it in a jewellery box. "I didn't say she ate it I just said it was missing."
"Yeah, well what else would she have done with it? Stuffed it in a little werewolf care package and shipped it off to Derek?"
Stiles rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defensively. "Even if she did eat it, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body!"
Ollie tried to ignore the annoyed feeling bubbling in his stomach at Stiles's incessant need to defend the Martin girl, his tone sharper than he intended. "Yeah? Did you overhear that on one of your dad's phone calls too?"
Stiles shot the Hispanic boy a look, "looks like someone shouldn't stay up past their bedtime anymore."
Scott's voice cut off the boys, his eyebrows knitted together as a frown tugged at his lips. "I never ate anyones liver..."
"Yeah, 'cause when it comes to werewolves you're the perfect model of self control-"
Ollie yawned, running a hand through his messy hair. He would admit, he was in a bad mood today. Maybe it was from being threatened by Allison's douchey father for what feels like the millionth time, maybe it was because he really was tired, and wished that he didn't have to go to school so he could lay in bed all day. Whatever the case, Ollie was exhausted. And on days where his insomnia hits hard, he gets irritable.
"Actually, wait-" Stiles stopped walking, turning to Scott and lightly hitting his shoulder. "You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."
Scott side-eyed the boy. "What do you mean?"
"I mean like, what was going through your mind when you were turning! What were you drawn to?"
Scott shrugged, "Allison."
Stiles and Ollie shared an annoyed look. "Really? Nothing else? Seriously?"
"Nothing else matters," Scott turned to Ollie, poking his shoulders right as the boy yawned. "But that's good, right? Because the night Lydia was bitten, she was with you."
Ollie blinked, "how is that good? I don't need a psycho werewolf chick trying to kidnap me or whatever you guys do!" His voice trailed off, realization striking him and making his eyes widen. If the wolves were drawn to the person they were with before they were bitten, that doesn't mean that Lydia would be drawn to him. "Oh no-"
